This character was born to an average family in Quel’thalas (prior to events of the RTS series). She cultivated a faith in the Light during her adolescence, which culminated in more formal training around the time Arthas marched upon & sacked the elven kingdom. She and her sister survived, and during the rebuilding years is when she met the person she’d fall for and become betrothed to - another elven priest by the name of Fahr, who had similarly experienced a similar loss. He would later follow Liadrin’s example and become one of the Blood Knights.
Her defining moment, which set her on the path she still treads, occurred during the Northrend campaign a few years after the sin’dorei formally joined the Horde. While she tended to the wounded and infected at camp along the edge of Icecrown, she would receive the devastating news that Fahr’s group had been overpowered by the Scourge. In equal parts of disbelief and grief, she’d lash out against her allies at camp proclaiming that they sent him on an impossible mission and that if he was indeed gone, they owed her his remains at least. When they refused, she would attempt to recover them herself, wielding the Light with deadly intent at any who would try to stop her. The Argent Crusade would quash her outrage, sending her back to Orgrimmar for judgement.
During her time as a prisoner, the Void’s whispers would begin to seep into her psyche, leveraging her grief to gain a foothold into her mind. As Azeroth reeled from the Cataclysm and the Horde faced civil war, she eventually learned to control it, to manipulate it – or so she thought.
When the Dark Portal turned red she was given her first taste of freedom as a test subject to ensure the safety & stability of the ancient gateway. For her service for the Horde during the Draenor campaign, she would earn her freedom. However, she would also at this time begin to notice the Light’s embrace was no longer as strong as it had been prior to Northrend.
The return of the Burning Legion forced her to hone her skills and control both Light & Shadow equally. It also reopened old scars, as every battle brought back images of her beloved and his battles against the demonic menace during their people’s early days within the Horde’s ranks-- scars which the Void would exploit to further its influence on her.
The second Horde civil war and discovery of Azerite introduced her to many new friends, and for the first time in a long time, she no longer felt alone in the world. She learned mercy and to let go of the hate she had been holding onto against humans for taking away her home, her family, and her future. Yet, as N’zoth’s presence on Azeroth grew stronger, her connection to the Light would become tenuous before vanishing altogether. The Void would send her terrible, horrendous visions of the past, of the future, of places both remote and familiar to haunt her dreams, robbing her of peace. Most disturbingly, however, would be the ones of a massive citadel and the Black Empire, where abominations too horrific to comprehend would stalk her, leaving her to wake up screaming - and holding a relic of the Waking City.
Her connection to the Light gone, her sanity teetering on the edge after months of tattered dreams, the events in Northrend following the piercing of the veil offered her hope. She’d return to where it all began and cast herself into oblivion in hopes of freeing herself from the oppressive grip of shadow that possessed her. Instead, fate would preserve her as she entered the realms of the afterlife. Denied her release, she would eventually come to enlist the help of the realms’ denizens in an attempt to be rid of the Void’s influence.
And as fate would also have it, she would encounter the wandering soul of someone she loved very dearly. He would be condemned to torture in order to purify his being for his final judgement. The two would reunite, sharing their journey together. As the mortal realm would begin to beckon her return to the world of the living, the Shadowlands would offer one final gift-- a blessing, on the shattered remnant of her beloved’s weapon she had kept from the day he fell. With it, she could entreat the Shadowlands for her beloved’s soul for a time until the spiritual decay would require his return to the realm which he belonged.
And that is where we’re at now. There’s been several short stories and prompts I’ve posted/replied to on these forums, but this is the general arc I’ve been working on and trying to hold to.